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Friday
28 January 2000

 

4 27 pm pst   [ family teeth ]

I drew the illustrations in yesterday's entry on my computer. I am still getting the hang of drawing digitally.

Today I had a small miracle. I ran out of pads last night, so I knew I was going to have to go buy some as soon as I woke up. I really didn't want to. I searched about my room looking for some, but I knew it was futile.

 

So I dragged myself out of my flannel nightgown, and threw on a shirt. I realized that my outfit was ridiculously unmatched, and that Matthew would laugh at it if he was here.

I really wanted to shower. I wanted to eat breakfast. I didn't want to have to leave the house right away. But I had no choice. I walked to the front door and was debating whether to walk or drive to the store, when... voila! My brand of pads had sent a free sample in the mail. What were the chances?

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I stayed up late -- and I mean late. I don't even know why. I just got swept up in working on my family tree. I have to find a place to cheaply print my trees on an oversized black and white plotter. Yet another chore for myself... Yet another item to my endless to do list...

 

My dad said he was going to a friend's house. He said he would be back home. I got in a cleaning mood at some time around four am. There are three things that I have really wanted to retrieve from the various boxes of crap from my apartment.

I wanted to recover my digital video (dv) tapes with all the movies I made in my last year at school. I wanted to find a cookbook I have been making for my brother for when he finally lives on his own. I wanted to find the rest of my genealogical materials so that I could have them all in one place.

I found two of my desired items -- my tapes and the cookbook. Many of my family tree materials are still at large. But I also found my retainer.

I stopped cleaning at six am. I was tired, but I still didn't want to go to bed. I read until seven. My father still wasn't home.

 

Finding my retainer was rather fortuitous, as I had called the orthodontist yesterday. They said I needed another set of x-rays. I'm not sure I want to bother with paying for that... I haven't been to the orthodontist in three and a half years. My treatment began in sixth grade and I had braces twice.

I never wore my retainer. Every time I went to the orthodontist, he said, "I can see you are wearing your retainer."

The receptionist I talked to yesterday asked me how long it has been since I wore it. I said probably five years. She said my teeth would move. I didn't bother to argue. If they haven't moved by now, i don't think they will.

My dad said at dinner the other night that he though my wisdom tooth is the first in the family. Funny the things I know about my family history...

 

two years ago today: " When I had a lump in my breast I didn't tell anyone; I just went to the doctor and took care of it."

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one year ago today: "Cindy (my roommate) is being really rude to me, and I am not willing to be peacemaker, so I am avoiding her to avoid a fight."

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one month ago today: "It all began with the picture on the left. Rebe and I were each trying to convince Matthew that the other one of us looked more like my dad.... After that, things just got sillier..."

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